The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The rain had turned the moor into a slick, obsidian mirror, and we were running, the mud sucking at our boots with a wet, desperate sound that was the only thing louder than the thunder rolling overhead, a low, bruised growl that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of my bones rather than in the air, and I could feel the weight of my own breath, heavy and hot against the cold, biting wet, as I...

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